The Drugs Are Me

Sitting in the darkest corner on the darkest of days,
Looking at the needle I'm about to stick in my veins,
Thinking, Wondering, Getting lost in my own thoughts,
"Why did he do this to me?", As if the answer would just come to me,
I reach for the needle whispering to myself " This is the last time these drugs will take over me",
My vein pulsing, throbbing for another round of this deadly drug that is slowly eating away inside me,
I stick the needle in my arm, I close my eyes imagining it is the warmth of love slowly coming inside me,
Suddenly I start to heave, my breath is becoming shallow, I can barely breathe,
The drugs are becoming me, This is my worst fear becoming reality,
The drugs are me, With them I can finally see things that were never clear to me
The drugs are me, They help me slip into a deep final sleep